If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I fell off the writing wagon, then I would forestall any questions you had until you decided on a beverage to sip while we talked. Tonight, I’m having cinnamon spiced tea. It is very good, and I can get a cup for you. There is of course coffee and water around too. What would you like?
Now that we’re settled in with drinks and Jimmy Buffett playing for us, “A Pirate Looks at 40” right now, we can talk.
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If we were having coffee, we would be drinking, yet again, what the hotel is passing off as coffee. It seems that it’s been there for a bit now as it’s just warm instead of hot, but there is a microwave here in the room, so we can handle that. I also noticed some tea bags down there if that’s your thing. Again, we can make use of the microwave to get that water piping hot, and then we can relax a bit and chat over drinks. That sounds nice.
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If we were having coffee, I’d wish you and very happy Easter, and offer you a nice cup of freshly brewed Seattle’s Best coffee. In the event that coffee is not you thing, I’ve got some green tea, apple cider (I may have some of that later), or the ole standard, water. I’m sure we can get you hooked up with some kind of sipping beverage that goes along well with conversation and music. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Writing Accountability”
It’s hard to admit it, but as I approach 1,000 days of consecutive writing as logged on the Magic Spreadsheet, I may be losing a bit of my drive.
It’s been happening for a while now. Just kind of creeping up on me a little at a time like, I don’t know, some kind of alien sludge designed to rip all of our hopes and dreams from our bodies and leave us a broken shell of ourselves.
Okay, so maybe not to that extent, but you know what I mean. It hasn’t happened overnight, but rather over months. I thought that upping my daily word count would give me a boost, but alas, no such luck. My drive continued to slip even as my word count increased and left me wondering what I was doing.
It got easier to almost not write some days, which ultimately left me feeling like what I was doing wasn’t worth it anyway.
So now, my word count goal is back to the minimum requirement of The Magic Spreadsheet to keep my chain alive (250). It’s not a great volume and that’s the point. Maybe, if I can release some of the burden that I placed upon me, writing can be what it was to start with. A fun creative experience that allows me to peak inside and poke around in my own mind. That one thousandth day is coming and I want to hit that milestone before I jump off this crazy train.
Maybe, we’ll find that the train isn’t so bad after all, and that I don’t need to jump off after all. I’ll be sure to let you know when we get there.